Stela

[katepoet]

This one's new - a draft - what do you think?

Stela

Caged gray words
a smooth white mask
shrouded, scarred visage
disfigured, twisted fragments of face
stitched together, a fierce map
where ancient griefs traverse
gnarled hills, roughly threaded roads
salty rivulets, gullied culverts
torrents coalesce, cascade
the storm-dark sea.

Katherine A Minden 2007

[judy]

Stela's not a happy camper!

[katepoet]

No - she's not! It's a play on the word a stela or stelae is a standing stone with ancient writing on it. It had more to it at first but it (the poem) kept insisting that it didn't want the excess verbiage. That Stela has a mind of her own!